Part: Wedding Plans 2.3

Lilian coughed, leaning her head against the open toilet seat. She closed her eyes, trying to control the nausea in her stomach. It didn't work, and she leaned forward, vomiting into the toilet again.

"Honey, are you okay?" She nearly groaned at his voice, the last thing she had wanted to do was wake him.

Lilian whimpered softly as Dave entered the bathroom, concerned. He knelt down next to her crouched position, pulling her long blonde hair out of her face. He rubbed her back gently, and asked again, "Are you okay?"

"I think so," Lilian murmured miserably, all thoughts of not wanting to bother him leaving as she pressed her head against Dave's chest, closing her eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"I think… I think I just have a bug or food poisoning," Lilian replied weakly, allowing Dave to help her up. He guided her to the sink, filling a glass with cold water. Lilian took a small sip, closing her eyes as the cool water soothed her burning throat.

"You okay now, Sugar?" Dave asked softly, guiding her to the bed and helping her to lay down against the soft pillows.

"I think so," Lilian replied sleepily, allowing Dave to pull the covers over her. "I'm sorry for waking you."

"It's alright, baby," Dave answered with a chuckle. "I'm more worried about you. I love you."

"I love you, too."

Lilian forced her eyes open and yawned, relieved that her nausea seemed to have settled for the most part. "Hey sweetie," she said to Dave, who was sitting cross legged on the floor, leaning against the bed, concentrating on typing something in his laptop.

"Hey, Sugar," Dave said with a smile when he heard her voice, taking in her tired appearance. She looked worn out, but she had a little of her color back in her face. "You look a lot better. You need anything to drink? Eat?" he asked, standing up.

"I'd like a little water if you don't mind," Lilian replied.

"Light on the ice?"

"Please."

She watched as Dave filled the glass for her and smiled weakly at him as he sat next to her, handing her the glass and settling on the bed next to her. "You sure you feel better?" he fretted, running the back of his hand across her forehead. "No fever," he concluded, crossing his arms and glancing at his fiancé.

Lilian took a deep breath, setting the glass on the table next to the bed. She took Dave's hand in hers. "Dave, I… uh…"

"What's wrong, Sugar?" Dave asked, alarmed at her nervous tone.

Lilian sighed, then whispered, "Dave, I'm late."

Dave looked at her, confused, then asked, "For what? I didn't think we had anything today except for the show."

Lilian nearly laughed, instead choosing to swat him gently on the shoulder. "I missed my period,
David," she said with a chuckle.

"You… you're pregnant?" Dave stammered nervously, his eyes widening.

"I don't know for sure, but it makes sense. I missed my period before we went on vacation. I've been feeling sick for the past week or so. Today's the first time I actually threw up," Lilian confessed.

Dave exhaled slowly, then asked, "How can we be sure?"

"I need to take a pregnancy test, sweetie," Lilian replied.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Dave grabbed her hand, allowing Lilian to get dressed before leading her to a convenience store next to the hotel. They picked out a pregnancy test and Dave paid for it quickly before leading her back to the hotel, trying to be mindful of her state yet wanting to know if he was going to be a father as quickly as possible.

Lilian walked into the bathroom, Dave close at her heels. "Uh-uh," she said gently, placing a hand on his chest to stop his progress. "This is where you stop."

"Aw, Lily," he whined slightly, trying to follow her again.

"No, babe," Lilian said, putting a hand on his massive chest. "Seriously, sweetie, relax. I'll be two minutes at the most."

Dave nodded, stepping back to allow Lilian to enter the bathroom. He paced around the room like a wild animal and a couple minutes later Lilian slowly opened the door. Dave walked up to her, resting his hands on her elbows. Her fist was tightened around the pregnancy test so Dave couldn't see the results.

"Well?" he asked hoarsely, his eyes searching hers for an answer.

Lilian brought her fist up, slowly uncurling her long fingers. Dave stared at the small stick for a moment, then took it shakily from her hand, cupping the object in his large hand.

Dave brought his tear filled eyes up to hers, his smile wavering. Finally, he whispered the two words he wanted to hear.

"You're pregnant."

Lilian nodded, her eyes filling with tears as well. Dave wrapped his arms around her, pulling Lilian close to him and kissing her gently on the lips.

"I'm going to be a daddy," Dave murmured in shock, unconsciously placing a hand against her flat stomach. "Little David."

"Who said it's a boy?" Lilian giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. "What about Lil' Lily?"

"You're so silly," Dave laughed, pressing a kiss against her forehead.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

"And Baby?"

"I love Baby too."

End 2.3